Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.